She and Nurse Plimm walked around the unit two times, while she brooded about the poor kitten that she’d forgotten under the effect of the surgery and the anesthetic. Brad came by to see her and waited while she was settled and hooked up again to the oxygen and IV and cardiac monitor. “My kitten,” she said plaintively. “She’s alone in my apartment. She’s been there for days with no food and no water. She’ll be dead!” “Ah, the kitten,” Brad mused. “Well, she’s something of a legend already, from what I hear. She’s rooming with Dr. Cortero.” Her heart skipped beats. She gaped at him. “With Ramon?” “The very same. Imagine that. I thought he hated animals.” “So did I.” “You’d never believe it, to hear him talk about that cat. He’s bought it a collar and all sorts of toys and it sleeps with him.” “You’re right. I don’t believe it. You’re pulling my leg.” “Ask him when he does rounds,” he returned wryly. “I dare you.” Noreen took the information with a large grain of salt.
